A soft landing place for my head
Security
Blanket
And I look
About as good
As a badly made bed
I've been on the business end
Of losing touch and fitting in
Where good things go to die
A police sketch
Of the bright side
I'll never leave a mark as hard as I hope to
But I've got clothes I won't throw out
And bad ideas
Lying around in the corner
And they'll vouch for where I've been
I eavesdrop
And overhear
Are they laughing
In my ear
Well, don't look now I'm leaving the room again
A white lie I'll take as payment
For love I
Hated
'Cause my skin's so paper thin
A papercut might do me in
I'll never leave a mark as hard as I hope to
But I've got clothes I won't throw out
And bad ideas
Lying around in the corner
And they'll vouch for where I've been
I eavesdrop
And overhear
Are they laughing
In my ear
Well, don't look now I'm leaving the room again
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job we never knew you had it in you
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job
Good job
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job we never knew you had it in you
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job
Good job
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job we never knew you had it in you
I do this shit for a pat on the head
Good job
Good job
Don't look now I'm leaving the room again